eBay Lucroy

In the weeks before Christmas -- and before I knew I was getting that huge dump of binders -- I wanted to give myself a baseball card Christmas gift or two as celebration for getting through the year. My wife set me a budget, and it took me through yesterday to finish off that budget (I bought the Brewers in Crackin' Wax's 2016 Topps Series 1 case break...which I think was the first time I found the Brewers available in any of the breaks there). That's not because it was some ridiculous amount, but rather because my Christmas gift waylaid me from finishing my ordering I was doing.

My first purchase was knocking a ton of cards off my want lists from the 1980s and 1990s thanks to Just Commons. It was my first ever purchase there, and it went okay. Their inventory system was off on some items that I wanted, but generally it was a good experience. It doesn't hurt that you get free shipping from them if you order $15 or more in cards either.

The other way I went about spending my budget was on eBay. For the first time in awhile, I decided to hit the auctions there to see what I could find. I focused on items I haven't seen elsewhere, and ended up with three items.

Let's match these cards up with some music from an artist I'm just getting into now -- Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats. If you like a 60s soul sound, this band is up your alley.

I Need Never Get Old

The first song on their self-titled album is this one, and it echoes my feelings often. Lately, I've started realizing how long ago many of my big "milestones" in life were -- I mean, I've been out of school now for 17-1/2 years overall...21-1/2 since college....25-1/2 since high school.  It's crazy to me. I'm not an adult. Not yet. I'm still trying to figure out what I'll be when I grow up.

That existential life question goes well with this big card:

It's a 5x7 version of the photo variation of Lucroy (a card that I still don't have in its normal size), and it's serial numbered as #1 of 10. It wasn't that expensive -- in fact, the damn photo variation regular card seems to go for more.  I wonder why that is, other than people chasing the photo variation for a complete set or something. Why does Topps persist with these variations?

This segues well into the most played song by NR&TNS:

S.O.B.

This song would not have felt out of place at a sock hop in the 1960s...well, except for the title and the liberal cursing in the song and all. But damn, it's catchy.  

So, this is some die-cut variation of the Lucroy Allen & Ginter card from 2015. Apparently, these die cuts were released in special packs at the National Convention last year. I've yet to go to a National Convention. I'm thinking I might aim for Cleveland, because that is one of the few major American cities I have never visited and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is a place I'd love to visit.

Wasting Time

I can often be a sucker for a well-played folky ballad, especially one with a steel guitar. I mean, if I'm in a wistful mood, I can throw on "Melissa" by the Allman Brothers or "Anodyne" by Uncle Tupelo, and I'm instantaneously in a quiet, contemplative mood. This song reminds me a fair amount of Uncle Tupelo -- definitely a grungy, dirty song with real feeling to it.

Quite unlike my final Lucroy eBay purchase:

The Lucroy "First Home Run" Medallion didn't come as cheaply as I would have liked, but it's shiny and heavy and metal and man Jonathan Lucroy is going to get traded soon I'm sure of it.

That said, maybe the grungy song with feeling makes sense.

Right, Uncle Tupelo?

Thanks for stopping by.

Back to the Archives

Here I sit, minutes after watching the U.S. have every opportunity to beat Belgium in the World Cup -- only to squander nearly every opportunity and, in the process, wasting the best game I have ever seen a goalkeeper have in Tim Howard's sixteen save performance.  For some reason, it seems just right to mention that I gave in to the siren's song that is Topps Archives.   

After wasting so much bandwidth, brain power, and energy complaining about the dadgum set, I ended up buying a hobby box anyway.  

So, appropriate to my depression both at the soccer game -- which, to be fair, I really didn't think we would do as well as we did -- and at buying Archives, here's a slow depressing song called "Slate" from about 23 years ago by seminal alt-country band Uncle Tupelo (out of which the bands Son Volt and Wilco emerged):

That version is Jay Farrar -- who broke away from Jeff Tweedy to form Son Volt -- in 2008.  It's a dodgy live version filmed in a bar, but isn't that the best way to see a show?  I think it is.

Anyway.

Archives.  Yup, I went there.  

I'll spare you a pack-by-pack breakdown of the box, mainly because I've already sorted them out and couldn't reconstruct that information with the help of the casts of all the CSI shows on CBS at this point.  So, instead, let me show you my inserts and high numbers.  

First, the high numbers.  When I posted my whiny diatribe a few weeks ago, one of the high numbered short prints I got in that pack was Manny Ramirez.  In my bad attitude toward the set, I decided to send that off to Mark Hoyle for his Red Sox collection.  When I decided to buy a box of the Archives, a thought went through my head that I should have waited until my disappointment subsided before sending cards away.  

I shouldn't have worried.  I recall this well -- in literally the first pack I opened was a Cubs Triple-A outfielder:

And, if you can see it on the bottom left corner, please forgive one of my cats (a boy named Molly...) for shedding on it.  

Molly is looking at you and wondering what YOUR problem is.

Without as much build up, then, here are the other five short prints I got.  

I haven't sorted all of the cards out completely and carefully, so it's possible that one or two got by me, but that's what I got for the high numbers.  Not bad, certainly.

Then, there were the gold and silver parallels that were inserted into the packs.  I got four gold (which are numbered to 199) and 2 silver (numbered to 99).  Here are the Gold:

SN115/199

SN170/199

SN56/199

SN103/199

Now, for the Silver ones:

SN55/99

SN89/99

Since these are parallels and are not Brewers, I sure would love to get Brewers parallels back in return for them.  Anyone help me there?  All you Yankee, Red Sox, Pirates (okay, Matt), Mariners (?), Giants, and Dodgers fans must have some Brewers parallels from this product, right???

I did like that Topps used the glossy All-Star insert design from the 1980s as an insert card this time around, though it would have been nice if these were glossy too.  But, I suppose they wanted to avoid confusion between the originals and these.  I received 6 of these All-Star inserts:

These are all available as trade bait as well, since I don't collect any of these guys.  

Same goes for these deckle edge inserts:

I also pulled one of those "Firebrand" wood cards.  Is there a Jose Canseco collector who would like this one?

Only three more inserts to go.  The first are the "Major League" inserts.  Now, I liked the movie back in 1989.  I really did.  In fact, I see people I knew from high school in the movie because all the baseball scenes were filmed in Milwaukee County Stadium in the summer before.  Yes, Cleveland was so bad in the 1980s that Milwaukee had to stand in for it.  

Let that sink in a bit.

Here's Roger Dorn and Rickie Vaughn to make you feel better about it:

I have much less bile and antipathy toward these cards in recent days than when I first saw them.  I really don't care if I have them or not, and I'd prefer to trade them to someone who really wants them and likes them.  They aren't for me, and I just have to stop being so obnoxious as to think only those items that I like should make sets.  

When I own a card company, then I get to make that call.  And that will happen when I win the lottery....which I don't play because I view it as a tax on people who do not understand probability.

Back to the inserts.  I have only the 1971 Hockey insert and the two autographs left.  Here's the hockey insert, numbered 71H-ED, a card number to make Viagra proud:

That's up for grabs too if I have anyone who reads this blog who wants to trade me something for it.

Finally, I have autographs.  First, I got one that made me realize that I don't hate all Yankees players -- just the ones that Topps and ESPN have shoved down our throats non-stop. Because I kind of like Mel Stottlemyre:

Finally, I thought I had just another run-of-the mill autograph.  When I was looking at the backs of the cards, though, I realized that this one is some sort of silver parallel.  Too bad it's just Rob Dibble, bro:

The Dibble is serial numbered 8 of 25.  Is there a bro collector in the house?

Lots of pictures today.

If you want good stories, though, read the 1982 Topps Blog today, where I talk about the Anastacio Somoza regime in Nicaragua in the 1970s and close by e-mailing a missionary.